All the time you were keeping me straight I was bleeding powersIn my mind it was never too late, and the days were hoursAnd sure the waves still make spray at the old sea wall...

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

Let's go down to the old South End, where we used to meetTake me back to the basements and alleys on Walbridge StreetAh, but it'll only make me sadder when I can't conjure ghosts no more

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

All the time you've spent working away, well you've done more than your partAll the times you only wanted your say, not their slings and dartsAnd still you couldn't let them drown in their own hate no more

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door

And you still see people waiting for the next excuse for war

And the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your doorAnd the road leads somewhere, but it's not yet to your door